Laura is Petra's primary daycare provider and now Petra loves to say her name, "Roara." It's her new favorite word. But she's also added "Elmo," "Teetha (Kita)," "Bi Bi (Biko)," and Gooka (no clue but it is up there as a fav) to her vocab.
I brought her to work yesterday evening...just so she could say hi to Laurie and David. She was shy when she first walked in but instantly warmed up to everyone in my group. It's amazing to see how quickly people's faces change when they see a baby/small child. They instantly light up.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Friday, November 12, 2004
I am so tired today....
So excuse the short and not so thoughtful blog entry.
Petra has more hair. A lot more hair. I came back from Philly and noticed my child looked completely different. So we made a deal: I won' t travel so much if she won't change while I'm gone.
And I know...there are no pictures. I'm still having trouble with the entire add-a-picture deal. And as I am so tired, I doubt I'll figure it out. If you're reading this blog, you most likely have been invited to view my Ofoto pictures. And I haven't taken anything new since the last posting.
As for the weekend...we have Lilianna's naming ceremony tomorrow (for those who don't know Lily, she is Natche's cousin's daughter); we have to start decorating the house for Thanksgiving; and Natche has a Pats game Sunday night. I need some sleep so hopefully the child won't wake me at 6am tomorrow.
Sorry for the sucky update. Promise next one will be better.
Petra has more hair. A lot more hair. I came back from Philly and noticed my child looked completely different. So we made a deal: I won' t travel so much if she won't change while I'm gone.
And I know...there are no pictures. I'm still having trouble with the entire add-a-picture deal. And as I am so tired, I doubt I'll figure it out. If you're reading this blog, you most likely have been invited to view my Ofoto pictures. And I haven't taken anything new since the last posting.
As for the weekend...we have Lilianna's naming ceremony tomorrow (for those who don't know Lily, she is Natche's cousin's daughter); we have to start decorating the house for Thanksgiving; and Natche has a Pats game Sunday night. I need some sleep so hopefully the child won't wake me at 6am tomorrow.
Sorry for the sucky update. Promise next one will be better.
Monday, November 08, 2004
All Done!
It's her new favorite phrase. And the way she says it is priceless, "awwww duuuun." I can't even tell you how amazing it is to hear your daughter say words and phrases for the first time. Unbelievable. And if you ask her where your teeth are, she sticks a little finger in your mouth and scratches at your teeth. (Now, she's not quite sure where her foot is--still kinda points in the mouth--but we are trying to teach her).
Oh, and Roger at Home Depot thinks she's the cutest little girl he's seen. Roger is a grandfather who works in the paint department. He gave Petra two paint sticks to play with. But it wasn't her blue eyes that won him over, no sir. It was the fact that he watched her push the shopping cart (with me steering) from one end of the store to the other...FIVE TIMES. It was her mission to move that cart as fast as she could. Roger couldn't stop laughing. Actually, most of the people who saw the peanut pushing the cart couldn't stop laughing.
God I wish you could all see her and spend time with her. She might hit you in the face a couple of times, but those are love pats. And though you might not like having your lips parted by a greasy, milk-covered finger just so she can touch your teeth, Petra will get under your skin. And you will love every minute of it.
Oh, and Roger at Home Depot thinks she's the cutest little girl he's seen. Roger is a grandfather who works in the paint department. He gave Petra two paint sticks to play with. But it wasn't her blue eyes that won him over, no sir. It was the fact that he watched her push the shopping cart (with me steering) from one end of the store to the other...FIVE TIMES. It was her mission to move that cart as fast as she could. Roger couldn't stop laughing. Actually, most of the people who saw the peanut pushing the cart couldn't stop laughing.
God I wish you could all see her and spend time with her. She might hit you in the face a couple of times, but those are love pats. And though you might not like having your lips parted by a greasy, milk-covered finger just so she can touch your teeth, Petra will get under your skin. And you will love every minute of it.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Who's in charge?
That was the question Natche asked last night when he got home. Who's in charge??? Well, to be honest, I'm not really sure...I think it just might be Petra and Kita..it sure as hell ain't me.
Natche came home last night to an open back door (Biko knows how to let himself back into the house but can't seem to manage shutting the door); a destroyed family room (Goldfish crackers ground into the carpet, books and videos strewn across the floor and little flash cards in a messy pile by the loveseat); and a fairly disheveled kitchen (Petra has a new habit of throwing all food off her tray when she feels she's eaten enough).
Still, I have no idea why he asks who's in charge. When I got home at 7pm, I managed to change, feed the baby (a nutritious meal of chicky nuggets, Smiles potatoes and peas), feed the dogs, bathe the baby, read six stories to the baby and GET HER DOWN for the evening--all by 9pm. Sorry for the collateral damage, but I'm pretty happy I accomplished so much in so little time AND didn't run out of the house screaming. No, I didn't eat....unless you want to count the few bites of a chicken nugget I had...
Oh, and perhaps someone can solve this mystery for me.... I had a full plate of leftover food (aforementioned child's dinner) sitting on the counter...towards the back of the counter. There was a fork and a knife neatly placed on the side of the plate. After bathing the baby, I came downstairs to find the plate wiped cleam, but still in the same spot WITH (here's the kicker), the fork and knife in the exact same place they were before. Now Natche still wasn't home so he couldn't have been the culprit. Methinks a large, white and black Akita (I refuse to mention names, but he turns four tomorrow) sidled up to the self-serve bar and helped himself. The only other plausible explanation is mice.
Natche came home last night to an open back door (Biko knows how to let himself back into the house but can't seem to manage shutting the door); a destroyed family room (Goldfish crackers ground into the carpet, books and videos strewn across the floor and little flash cards in a messy pile by the loveseat); and a fairly disheveled kitchen (Petra has a new habit of throwing all food off her tray when she feels she's eaten enough).
Still, I have no idea why he asks who's in charge. When I got home at 7pm, I managed to change, feed the baby (a nutritious meal of chicky nuggets, Smiles potatoes and peas), feed the dogs, bathe the baby, read six stories to the baby and GET HER DOWN for the evening--all by 9pm. Sorry for the collateral damage, but I'm pretty happy I accomplished so much in so little time AND didn't run out of the house screaming. No, I didn't eat....unless you want to count the few bites of a chicken nugget I had...
Oh, and perhaps someone can solve this mystery for me.... I had a full plate of leftover food (aforementioned child's dinner) sitting on the counter...towards the back of the counter. There was a fork and a knife neatly placed on the side of the plate. After bathing the baby, I came downstairs to find the plate wiped cleam, but still in the same spot WITH (here's the kicker), the fork and knife in the exact same place they were before. Now Natche still wasn't home so he couldn't have been the culprit. Methinks a large, white and black Akita (I refuse to mention names, but he turns four tomorrow) sidled up to the self-serve bar and helped himself. The only other plausible explanation is mice.
Monday, November 01, 2004
Happy Halloween! Part I
This is a two-part post only because I don't have the pictures with me. I promise to post them tomorrow. And trust me, they are well worth the wait. Petra was the *cutest*panda around. No, actually, she was the cutest child around. ;-)
Many thanks to C and Lynne who let us come over and trick or treat with them and the kids. H (town name shortened for anonymity's sake) has many great neighborhoods just overflowing with children of all ages. It's the perfect place to spend Halloween. And Lynne made a wonderful pre-TorT dinner that filled us up enough so we weren't as tempted to eat candy later.
And bursting with mother's pride, I have to tell you how smart my child is. By the end of the night, she was an old pro--reaching right into the candy dishes and grabbing handfuls as if she'd been doing it her whole life. She wasn't as keen on eating the candy (a good thing), but she liked the idea of "taking." I think she learned that from Mike, who as Spiderman, was masterful in his approach. He would swoop in, ring the doorbell and practically shove his bag in front of the unsuspecting homeowner. And his technique! There was one house where he walked away with two handfuls! Petra needs to hang with him more often.
I am a bit sad about putting away the Panda costume. I mean, she only wore it three times (well four if you count the five minutes we put her in it to show Nana Steffie). And it wasn't cheap! But more than that, it was her first *real* Halloween, one in which she was an active participant. And it was full of firsts... first time Trick or treating; first time taking a piece of candy; first lick of a lolly. I hate that you only get to see these firsts once. But that's ok. I am moving on and starting to think seriously about the holidays. There will be many more fun times and firsts this year.
Many thanks to C and Lynne who let us come over and trick or treat with them and the kids. H (town name shortened for anonymity's sake) has many great neighborhoods just overflowing with children of all ages. It's the perfect place to spend Halloween. And Lynne made a wonderful pre-TorT dinner that filled us up enough so we weren't as tempted to eat candy later.
And bursting with mother's pride, I have to tell you how smart my child is. By the end of the night, she was an old pro--reaching right into the candy dishes and grabbing handfuls as if she'd been doing it her whole life. She wasn't as keen on eating the candy (a good thing), but she liked the idea of "taking." I think she learned that from Mike, who as Spiderman, was masterful in his approach. He would swoop in, ring the doorbell and practically shove his bag in front of the unsuspecting homeowner. And his technique! There was one house where he walked away with two handfuls! Petra needs to hang with him more often.
I am a bit sad about putting away the Panda costume. I mean, she only wore it three times (well four if you count the five minutes we put her in it to show Nana Steffie). And it wasn't cheap! But more than that, it was her first *real* Halloween, one in which she was an active participant. And it was full of firsts... first time Trick or treating; first time taking a piece of candy; first lick of a lolly. I hate that you only get to see these firsts once. But that's ok. I am moving on and starting to think seriously about the holidays. There will be many more fun times and firsts this year.
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